I’m sitting tonight with the two bitches of the house. When I arrived the phone ladies talked about how I’ve gotten thinner since I started and the one I’m sitting with on my shift was like “have you been taking a lot of speed hahah” and I cut her off and confronted her cos she had been shit talking me to Emma about me taking drugs at work and more stuff. She was all “oh no she must have misunderstood” and since then she’s been like “someone cut the phone line and wrote your booking off, doesn’t it seem like they don’t want you to get any clients tonight ?” And talking to the other girl about how T, one of the phone ladies I get along best with, was shittalking some other girl and then denying it. And I can see thru her and know she’s just trying to make me feel paranoid and turn me against ppl so I’m sitting with headphones on cos I don’t want to hear no gossip to fuck with my vibration
“The impulse to water down feelings and consequently declare oneself “mature” is a deadening, cheapening, and unethical approach to life. Rationality, self-knowledge, and clarity of mind are in no sense antithetical to intensity. And resisting the latter is certainly not a good path to any of the former.”
“… [L]ove isn’t some kind of passive entertainment or fleeting hunger; love involves serious ontological reconfigurations. Or at least there’s a thing that happens, when you grow to know a person, when that person is smart, creative, and kind, when they can surprise you, see the same things you can see, and behave with either such compassion or regularity that you can relax your shields around them, where they become qualitatively more real to you. Almost as real as yourself. Where your mirror neurons jiggle and dance in tune with them, a ghost of them moving alongside you at all times.
Loving someone remakes yourself. But most importantly, even if that ghost fades to a silent unnoticed echo, the impression left by the experience reshapes your ethical reality. You are not alone. Tangibly. Provably. There are other minds. In a way impossible to ascertain merely kicking balls with the shrieking automatons on the playground or banging one in a bathroom or being overcome with the novelty of a new automaton with handsome hydraulics. And this implies an absolute ethical obligation.“
In 2004, Cyntoia Brown, a 16 year old victim of sex trafficking, was convicted and sentenced to life in prison for the murder of her assailant, Johnny Allen.
In June of 2012, The U.S. Supreme Court ruled that juveniles convicted of murder cannot be subject to a mandatory sentence of life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.
Last week, the Tennessee Supreme Court ruled that Cyntoia Brown must serve 51 years before she can be eligible for parole. This goes against the research and ruling of the U.S. Supreme Court when it comes to child offenders of violent crimes.
As a concerned citizen, I demand Governor Bill Haslam to grant clemency for Cyntoia Brown.
As a minor and a victim of sex trafficking, she should NOT have been sentenced to life in prison.
As a current survivor of the heinous act of Johnny Allen, she should not be forced to serve one more day behind bars because she feared for her life.
Again, I demand Governor Bill Haslam to grant clemency for Cyntoia Brown!
I honestly think my grandma is the source of all my giving and probably love as well, like she’s the well it flows from and because I’ve seen it and experienced it I can give to others and find it in myself
